OMG, you guys. I'm moving.
Anywho, yesterday at work I was talking to BeBop, and he was all, "What am I gonna do when you leave, Ashley? And (another employee) might be leaving. I'll have no one to talk to!"
Because I was really worried about him, I asked, "Are you gonna kill yourself??"
Then we laughed. Then we cried. Then we broke out into a dance routine to Funky Cold Medina.
Timothy and Ada are so excited to be with their daddy again. I'm so excited to start shopping for private jets. I really need to get on that!
Today's post is short, but sweet. I'm really sweet. I really am. People give me things because they think I'm so sweet. I can't help it. It's who I am.
I know I should end this and get back to work, but I'm just frozen here, motionless. I can hear the furniture and crap that I'm moving to the storage unit whispering, "Ashley...Ashley...get up off that chair, you bitch."